My Skin
Monday, 9. November 2009, 13:45:04
it don't fit right
not to loose
a little tight
man alive am
I am a sight
see my skin
it don't fit right
Lordy lord
de words aint there
what kind a poet
writes
when he don't care
it don't matter if
words here or there
what poet
writes poetry
when he don't care
I don't believe
what I just saw
vision aint right
but I see de wall
de writins on it
fuzzy and small
I don't believe
what I just saw
Now my shoes
don't fit right
it crushin my toe
both the left and right
no money for new
as money be tight
now my shoes
it don't fit right
Great googgly mooggly
I must confess,,,
I'm just one bundled
up emotion mess
you think I funny
you think I jest
but I need more sleep
and I need more rest
now here I go
left at the light
when everyone know
I should turn right
man alive, what a plight
my skin
you see
it don't fit right



